Heh...
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Finally Watched The Debate
Well, I must say that it just wasn't a very good debate. The name debate implies that there was debating, but I think that the whole thing consisted of Bush wiping the floor with Kerry.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Kerry For Prez
What a guy!
Christopher Reeve died. The Kerry camp is taking full advantage of it now concerning embryonic stem cell research leading me to understand Kerry's stance as follows:
Elect Kerry and there will never be a paralyzed American again.
Friday, October 08, 2004
The Dubya Has WON!
Mike said to me earlier today that it was his prediction that Bush would win with a landslide 280 electoral votes. I couldn’t make that call so far from the election, but I can tell you that tonight was a distinguishing moment for him.
Bush was passionate, clear, and finally said what needed to be said. He called Kerry out on his record and the debate drew the line between the two. Kerry was put on the spot and remained defensive, a reversal of the first debate.
Bush did what we wanted. He spoke the same old truth, but he did it with renewed vigor and brought it home. He showed himself tonight, a feat Kerry has yet to accomplish.
Nearly every question of Kerry and his “plan” was dodged, because Kerry doesn’t have a real plan. He’d turn the debate toward Bush and the things he thinks the administration did wrong. Unfortunately, the things that Kerry thinks are wrong were either false accusations, or what we believe in.
It’s a tough question to ask Kerry what he believes, because he demonstrated tonight that he has no moral conviction when he votes. If you have no principles guiding you, what legs do you have to stand on? He claimed that he is a catholic and holds to the belief, er…respects that belief, but won’t impose his beliefs on those who don’t share them. In simpler terms, “What do you want me to believe?”
Kerry may continue to be falsely pumped up by the media, but if Bush can bring that much excitement, optimism, and passion to the next debate, I believe he WILL take the election with a landslide.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Veep Debate
Well, I just got done watching the vice presidential debates and I have an opinion. Vice President Cheney did exceedingly well. He did what I think Bush should've done during the debates and threw Edward's and Kerry's voting records into the mix. Their absence from over %70 of the votes and the fact that Cheney hadn't met him during Senatorial meetings or at all till tonight made an impact in my opinion. That concern, the lack of attendance, is, in my opinion, very relevant to the race and should be known by the people. It's not mud slinging unless it's false accusations or character assassination.
Unfortunately, I don't think this debate will have much of an effect on the polls. Vice Presidential debates don't draw many viewers and thus doesn't make a huge difference in the polls. I think that Bush knows now however that he needs to pull some larger punches than he did in the last debate. That'll be good for him.
Unfortunately, I don't think this debate will have much of an effect on the polls. Vice Presidential debates don't draw many viewers and thus doesn't make a huge difference in the polls. I think that Bush knows now however that he needs to pull some larger punches than he did in the last debate. That'll be good for him.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Earth's Forgotten Encounter
I started this story back when I was thirteen or fourteen. If you find it interesting, follow the link to the whole thing that I have written. Hint at characters, Mike is me, Daniel is my friend Josh Beel, and Gerad is my friend Mike Keith. So, these characters were based off of friends. Let me know if you think I should continue it. I thought of it because Cyndi and I were talking about our stories that we've written after watching the movie "The Forgotten." Good movie, kind of reminded me a little bit of this story.
Chapter 1
I was sitting at the top of a hill which was high enough that my small home town below could be seen in its entirety. It was a clear night; the moon was full and brightly lit. I sat and watched my town. The lights all over the city could be seen. It was fairly quiet that night. I gazed downward. This was the place I came to do my thinking. I had come here often, every night in fact for the past about year I'd lived in the town, I'd sit here and think up stories to write, as this was my profession. I had been a writer for four years, I was just out of college and thought writing would be a nice career since I'd been fairly good at it. One book I had written had been published; it brought me some good profits. I usually wrote fictional stories, but this I had to put on paper.
I'd come up to that hill often, but nothing could've prepared me for what I was about to see. I sat, motionless, it was very peaceful. It was a warm night, in early spring. The air was calm. Perhaps I had taken all this for granted, because just then a feeling overwhelmed me, it was undeniable, something was different, something was terribly wrong. I stood up trying to figure out what it was and just as I did, an almost blinding flash of light came over the sky. I still to this day cannot remember what happened after that, the only thing I recalled next was waking up, still at the top of the hill. A cold breeze filled the air. The moon was no longer out and it was eerily dark. I stood up, and to my disgust, I cracked and popped. It was apparent that I had been lying there for a long while in the cold. I didn't recall the flash of light or anything, so I simply began toward my home, utterly confused.
The next morning I woke up, only to the sound of a scream. It sounded like it was coming from next door. I hurriedly put my clothes on and as I did I remembered what had happened the night before, but I dismissed it as a mere dream and nothing more. Once I was clothed I rushed outside. The scream worried me, I had to find out what was wrong. As I ran next door I noticed a girl, perhaps my own age, on the porch. She was on her knees, her face in her hands. She was quite obviously crying. I slowed from a run to a walk and approached her. She took her face from her hands and looked at me. She was beautiful, despite her reddened eyes and tearful face. Through the tears I could make out the color of her eyes, they were blue, like the dark color after a heavy rain in the sky. Her hair was a light brown shoulder length, she was beautiful.
Suddenly she began to speak. "He's gone!" She cried.
I looked at her, "Who's gone?" I asked.
"My father..." She dropped her face back into her hands again.
"Where did he go?" I asked softly. I had no idea what to expect or assume. She tried to raise herself. I could see she had trouble so I helped her up, she was weak, no doubt from this emotional state.
"Please...come in..." She said, "I'll show you."
"Hang on a sec, rest for a little while, and then you can show me." I looked around for something she could wipe her eyes with, I spotted a handkerchief in my coat pocket, I pulled it out and gave it to her. She sat down in a chair and wiped her eyes.
"My father..." Her voice showed the effect of the tears. "He was gone when I came into his room this morning."
"Couldn't he have gone out this morning?" I asked.
"Well, no, the reason that isn't possible is because he can't walk. His wheelchair is still in his room." She paused, wiped her eyes again and continued. "I walked into the room this morning and he was gone. The wheelchair was where I left it last night. I screamed when I knew he was gone. I ran outside, looked around, and started to cry. Then you came." She fell silent then.
"May I take a look at his room?" I asked. I did not know what I would be looking for, but I would try my best to make this girl happy again. It never crossed my mind that I would meet my neighbors in such an odd way. She stood up, she was stronger now.
"This way." She took me to his room.
"Thank you." I said. I looked around the room, everything seemed normal. There was no sign of struggle. I walked to the door and opened it made a very loud creak. I realized it had also done so when we had entered the room, but I hadn't taken notice.
"He couldn't have gone through the door," she said, "It would have awakened me."
I looked around the room and took a notice to the window. Could he have been taken through the window by someone? I had just suggested a kidnapping to myself. But wouldn't he have made any noise? I examined the window. It was locked from the inside. Suddenly my eye was caught. All around the window were slight burn marks. "Where did these come from?" I asked.
"I don't know." She looked at it closely.
"Come with me, I'll take you to the police office and you can file a report." I said. She began toward the door.
I took one last look at the window before we left. There was a black charcoal substance all around the seal of the window.
I stood up and took a few steps backward. "Okay, we'll take my car." We walked outside and over to my car. I let her in and then proceeded to the driver's side of the car. I sat down and put the key in the ignition. I turned it. it cranked, but did not start. "Hm, its never done that before.." I said. I turned it again, it cranked again and almost didn't catch, but it did. Although momentarily confused, I didn't think much about it, it had started. I pulled out and drove to the police station.
Surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the station. We waited our turn. When our time came we approached the officer. I began to speak. "We're here to..."
"Let me guess..." the officer cut me off. "you've come to file a missing person's report?" His face looked almost sarcastic.
"Yes, how did you...?"
"How did I know, well, let's see, you're about the twentieth person in here today claiming the same thing. Looks like every person sixty years and over disappeared last night." His expression changed to a confused one.
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Chapter 1
I was sitting at the top of a hill which was high enough that my small home town below could be seen in its entirety. It was a clear night; the moon was full and brightly lit. I sat and watched my town. The lights all over the city could be seen. It was fairly quiet that night. I gazed downward. This was the place I came to do my thinking. I had come here often, every night in fact for the past about year I'd lived in the town, I'd sit here and think up stories to write, as this was my profession. I had been a writer for four years, I was just out of college and thought writing would be a nice career since I'd been fairly good at it. One book I had written had been published; it brought me some good profits. I usually wrote fictional stories, but this I had to put on paper.
I'd come up to that hill often, but nothing could've prepared me for what I was about to see. I sat, motionless, it was very peaceful. It was a warm night, in early spring. The air was calm. Perhaps I had taken all this for granted, because just then a feeling overwhelmed me, it was undeniable, something was different, something was terribly wrong. I stood up trying to figure out what it was and just as I did, an almost blinding flash of light came over the sky. I still to this day cannot remember what happened after that, the only thing I recalled next was waking up, still at the top of the hill. A cold breeze filled the air. The moon was no longer out and it was eerily dark. I stood up, and to my disgust, I cracked and popped. It was apparent that I had been lying there for a long while in the cold. I didn't recall the flash of light or anything, so I simply began toward my home, utterly confused.
The next morning I woke up, only to the sound of a scream. It sounded like it was coming from next door. I hurriedly put my clothes on and as I did I remembered what had happened the night before, but I dismissed it as a mere dream and nothing more. Once I was clothed I rushed outside. The scream worried me, I had to find out what was wrong. As I ran next door I noticed a girl, perhaps my own age, on the porch. She was on her knees, her face in her hands. She was quite obviously crying. I slowed from a run to a walk and approached her. She took her face from her hands and looked at me. She was beautiful, despite her reddened eyes and tearful face. Through the tears I could make out the color of her eyes, they were blue, like the dark color after a heavy rain in the sky. Her hair was a light brown shoulder length, she was beautiful.
Suddenly she began to speak. "He's gone!" She cried.
I looked at her, "Who's gone?" I asked.
"My father..." She dropped her face back into her hands again.
"Where did he go?" I asked softly. I had no idea what to expect or assume. She tried to raise herself. I could see she had trouble so I helped her up, she was weak, no doubt from this emotional state.
"Please...come in..." She said, "I'll show you."
"Hang on a sec, rest for a little while, and then you can show me." I looked around for something she could wipe her eyes with, I spotted a handkerchief in my coat pocket, I pulled it out and gave it to her. She sat down in a chair and wiped her eyes.
"My father..." Her voice showed the effect of the tears. "He was gone when I came into his room this morning."
"Couldn't he have gone out this morning?" I asked.
"Well, no, the reason that isn't possible is because he can't walk. His wheelchair is still in his room." She paused, wiped her eyes again and continued. "I walked into the room this morning and he was gone. The wheelchair was where I left it last night. I screamed when I knew he was gone. I ran outside, looked around, and started to cry. Then you came." She fell silent then.
"May I take a look at his room?" I asked. I did not know what I would be looking for, but I would try my best to make this girl happy again. It never crossed my mind that I would meet my neighbors in such an odd way. She stood up, she was stronger now.
"This way." She took me to his room.
"Thank you." I said. I looked around the room, everything seemed normal. There was no sign of struggle. I walked to the door and opened it made a very loud creak. I realized it had also done so when we had entered the room, but I hadn't taken notice.
"He couldn't have gone through the door," she said, "It would have awakened me."
I looked around the room and took a notice to the window. Could he have been taken through the window by someone? I had just suggested a kidnapping to myself. But wouldn't he have made any noise? I examined the window. It was locked from the inside. Suddenly my eye was caught. All around the window were slight burn marks. "Where did these come from?" I asked.
"I don't know." She looked at it closely.
"Come with me, I'll take you to the police office and you can file a report." I said. She began toward the door.
I took one last look at the window before we left. There was a black charcoal substance all around the seal of the window.
I stood up and took a few steps backward. "Okay, we'll take my car." We walked outside and over to my car. I let her in and then proceeded to the driver's side of the car. I sat down and put the key in the ignition. I turned it. it cranked, but did not start. "Hm, its never done that before.." I said. I turned it again, it cranked again and almost didn't catch, but it did. Although momentarily confused, I didn't think much about it, it had started. I pulled out and drove to the police station.
Surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the station. We waited our turn. When our time came we approached the officer. I began to speak. "We're here to..."
"Let me guess..." the officer cut me off. "you've come to file a missing person's report?" His face looked almost sarcastic.
"Yes, how did you...?"
"How did I know, well, let's see, you're about the twentieth person in here today claiming the same thing. Looks like every person sixty years and over disappeared last night." His expression changed to a confused one.
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Friday, October 01, 2004
Chili Verde
Tonight Maggs and I dropped by my parent's for dinner. We had chili verde, which is probably my second most favorite dinner of my mom's cooking after German beer roast and spetzla. I always enjoy it and it has been far too long since I had it last. It was interesting tonight though, because it turned out red instead of green, which kind of defeats the name, but it still held true to its taste. I won't disclose to you just how much I ate, but I will say that I enjoyed every last bit of it.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to go shooting, but I was planning on going with somebody and Matt isn't online and Mike isn't anywhere to be found. I just picked up my new SKS and cleaned it today, so I'm all fired up and ready to shoot it. I can go alone, but I'd much rather go with Matt or Mike. Oh well, I'll just try to get a hold of them tomorrow I suppose.
It's getting late and I'm beat after today. I dug a trench for five hours and the resulting soreness is starting to set in right now. I really need to hit the sack and sleep till eleven tomorrow. So, with that, I'm off to bed. G'night.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to go shooting, but I was planning on going with somebody and Matt isn't online and Mike isn't anywhere to be found. I just picked up my new SKS and cleaned it today, so I'm all fired up and ready to shoot it. I can go alone, but I'd much rather go with Matt or Mike. Oh well, I'll just try to get a hold of them tomorrow I suppose.
It's getting late and I'm beat after today. I dug a trench for five hours and the resulting soreness is starting to set in right now. I really need to hit the sack and sleep till eleven tomorrow. So, with that, I'm off to bed. G'night.
John Kerry
Well, I watched the debate last night and I wasn't as impressed as I thought I'd be. I think that Bush met his expectations and established himself once again as the truth teller. His sincerity was as it always is and his words were well thought out.
Kerry, however, performed above the expectations of the people and forged some respectability and effectively presented himself as a potential Commander in Chief. He may be insincere, but he hid it a little too well for my comfort. I think that Kerry made the most progress in the debate because he gained, while Bush simply reestablished himself, remaining consistent, but not meeting Kerry with the supreme authority we all thought he'd have.
The major draw back for Bush was that Kerry was expected to come out and be his normal self (putting his foot into his mouth), but he instead presented an extremely reserved Kerry, who was polite and well mannered. He wasn't himself.
Anyway, I think we’re going to see a much closer race now than I thought, which is not encouraging.
Kerry, however, performed above the expectations of the people and forged some respectability and effectively presented himself as a potential Commander in Chief. He may be insincere, but he hid it a little too well for my comfort. I think that Kerry made the most progress in the debate because he gained, while Bush simply reestablished himself, remaining consistent, but not meeting Kerry with the supreme authority we all thought he'd have.
The major draw back for Bush was that Kerry was expected to come out and be his normal self (putting his foot into his mouth), but he instead presented an extremely reserved Kerry, who was polite and well mannered. He wasn't himself.
Anyway, I think we’re going to see a much closer race now than I thought, which is not encouraging.
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